Page 36 of Taking The Virgin

The high, charged sound cuts the air as he grinds, pushing me to my limits, making my eyes roll back in my head, my mouth opening in a silent cry that’s cut short asI—

With a wet explosion, I bang for him, fast, furious, spangling to pieces.

Laughing roughly, he gets to his haunches, pulling me up with him. With a savage tug, he rips my gown off, and the tearing sound dominates our heavy breathing. He throws the silk away then brings me against him, body to body, skin to skin, ravishing me with a ferocious kiss. I scratch at his chest, and he catches my wrist in his long fingers, pushing my arm behind my back as I sway, enthralled, so caught up with him that I think I’m falling.

Fallinghard.

He growls again as he disentangles himself, moving off the bed and bringing me with him. Is he taking us to the shower so we don’t make amess?

Before I can get my bearings, he’s kissing me again, and I kiss him back with a bruising lust that feels as if it’s just now escaping from me all the way, crying out in silent passion, begging formore.

I’m throbbing for him all over my body, sweaty, my pussy sopping wet. I wrap both legs around his waist with such verve that he takes a step back, crashing into the vanity table near mybed.

The sound of quaking glass trembles in the air, and he makes another animal sound, whipping me around and clearing off the table with hisarm.

Glass hits the thick carpet, furniture bangs against the wall. He puts me on the table, and the skidding resistance of my sweaty skin on the glass top jars my heart in my chest. My clit is hot, ready for another orgasm. My belly is flipping around, adding to my stimulation as Owen cups my face in his long fingers.

I can barely see him in the near darkness. Only the light from behind the sheer silver curtains suffuses the room. But from what I can see—and from what I can hear by the coarse rhythm of his breathing—I know that he can’t get enough of me. I don’t know how a normal girl who just blew into his life can have this kind of hold over someone like him, but somehow Ido.

As I look through the dimness and into his gaze, time seems to stand still. I think I’m already half in love with him. I think I was the minute I saw him at the door on that firstday.

His eyes go just as dark as the rest of the room and just as obscured, but from the feel of his hands braced on my waist, he won’t let go of me even though I’m the last thing he needs, his addictive poison.

I take a shuddering breath at the realization that there has to be something emotional between us just as he bends down and latches his mouth to my breast.

He sucks me, and with each draw, a violent strain of electricity sears me. I open my legs, planting my feet at his hips while he drags his mouth lower, worshipping the skin of my stomach. I slide down farther with every kiss, angled on the tablenow.

It sounds like I’m screaming in reverse, sucking in a sharp breath with the arousal that overtakes me. He whirls his tongue around me there, and I begin to whimper.

The sound starts off slowly, softly, but as he moves down to my pussy, I get louder.

So loud that my gasps build on one another, filling the room like blocks of air that are about to tumble.

He gnaws at my sex as if he’s starving, a beast that has cornered an innocent in the woods. He feasts on me with his mouth, kissing me in such a feral way that I grab the side of the mirror. It shakes with every move of my hips as I keep up with his famished attentions. He licks at me, growls against my wet pussy and sends snarling vibrations up and throughme.

As he teases my clit with his tongue, nosing against it to add pressure, I hear my juices bathe his face. The carnal thought of him getting so messy sends a splinter of lust through me so fast and hard that I cry out again. But I don’tcome.

Like a brute, he seems to sense this, and he repositions me so that I’m upright again. He takes me by the hips, and with a barbarous thrust, he plunges into me with his stiff, unrelentingcock.

It seems as if all of me escapes from my body with this cry of sublime pleasure, and as he pounds into me again and again, I can feel myself coming. I was already nearly there again for him, balancing on a thin yet crooked line that seems to rip through me now, flashing back and forth like lightening, hitting me with strikes of blinding rapture.

I come like a bolt that rocks the sky, clinging to him, urging him on as he hammers into me. I grip his hair and press my forehead to his chin. His teeth are bared in savage passion as he drives and drives, hitting me deeper and harder with every stroke. And when he climaxes, he does it with a blazing series of spurts that fills me with wet and wonderfulheat.

Then, as I still grasp at him, he picks me up as if I’m a wisp of air, a thread of oxygen that he’s trying to suck into his lungs with every gasp he makes.

We fall back into bed together, and he holds me for a while, our breaths matching as we come down off of our mutual high. Then, almost subtly, he looks back at the chaos we left over at the vanity table.

Another mess that bothers him in some profound way that I can’t get a holdof.

I touch his cheek and bring his attention back to me, and he embraces me, cuddling me like that for what seems like forever. Or at least it could be until I fall asleep in his strongarms.

When I awaken later, he’s not there and the mess is cleaned up, but I only close my eyes again, knowing I’ve got him for the next month…and maybe longer if I don’t let him push me away again.

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